Love, not child abuse
Lisa Bridger, 48
Sitting on the sofa, I lifted my baby to my chest, and as I felt him latch on, the world melted away.
The dishes in the sink stopped calling to be washed, the pile of dirty baby clothes seemed to vanish.
All that mattered in that moment was knowing that I was doing the best for my little boy.
When Chase had been born in October 2011, I knew I wanted to breastfeed him if I could.
I had three older children, now all in their 20s, and
